He gets drunk, and proceeds to screw the labour of love and 4.5 days of work (and I mean 12 hours of work per day). Why? Because it’s not up to “his standards”. Nevermind the leaking toilets, the wallpaper coming off the walls, or the ivy distroying the façade. Yeah, I’m pissed.
Now, that will take a lovely how many days to fix? I’ll update you.